Bondage at the Winery

I let out a contented sigh as the waiter refills my wine glass. I look out over the sprawling vineyards below me and take a long sip of an incredible Pinot Noir, harvested from the grapes currently basking in the late afternoon sun. The Hunter Valley knows how to make a good red.

The only thing that could make this scene any better is the gorgeous doctor sitting across the table from me. When I cared enough to listen to what he was saying, he had a charming British accent and said lovely, complimentary things. He had a good-boy face and a very big white smile. He looked completely innocent. I smiled to myself… He won’t be that way for long.

Six hours later and countless bottles of wine, we stumble into the hotel room.

I’d been trying to keep my hands off him for too long. I tore the shirt off his back and pulled him down on top of me, completely missing the sofa and ending up on the floor. After indulging me for a minute or so, he got up and smiled gently. ‘Not yet, Catt’ he said as he switched in the jets in the spa bath. He poured me a large glass of the Hunters finest sparkling as I clumsily plopped into the spa bath, stretching out my naked limbs and not giving a fuck what the neighbours could see. The Doctor brought his duffle bag out, and one by one started unpacking his belongings on the bed. Handcuffs…. A whip.. Ropes, chains, a dirty porno started playing on the TV.

Oh my. Perhaps he is not as innocent as I thought.

Intrigued, I removed myself from the spa and joined him in the bedroom. He turned to look at me with a very mischievous smile on his face. Now, I am no stranger to a little bit of bondage. Working in management and being in control of so much in my normal life, sometimes I like relinquishing that power in the bedroom. Tie me up, tell me what to do, just make sure I cum. He moved over to me silently and threw me on the bed. With gentle ease he handcuffed my hands above my head, and softly tied a silk black tie around my eyes. ‘The safe word is Apple’ he whispered into my ear.

He traced his tongue along my body, alternating between blowing cool air and nibbling. Then the soft leather whip and the feather made an appearance, slightly stinging or tickling my hyper-sensitive skin before flicking his tongue before anything actually hurt. By the time he positioned himself above me and lifted my legs around his shoulders, I was quivering.

The hotel cost $350 a night and we didn’t even get a wink of sleep. By the time we checked out in the morning, I had experienced every exhilarating item in The Doctors bag of tricks and I was still trembling.

And I had thought the best attraction in the Hunter Valley was the wine…